The Greece Antagonist

Three days later. Luo En, who had almost lost a round of weight, arrived at the Royal Palace of Thessaly with dark circles under his eyes. By then, the hall had already gathered quite a few Divine Blood Heroes. In addition to familiar faces like Telamon, Cainis, the Twins of Sparta, Princess Helen, and Medea, there were also a large batch of Divine Blood Heroes who had rushed over from other city-states. Since the Old Gods coalition forces primarily had only two paths of attack, the Sea of Okeanos and the city of Thessaly. Therefore, the defense line of Thessaly was naturally the most critical, and to collectively face this challenge, various factions needed to allocate some Divine Blood Heroes and troops to keep the Old Gods' army outside the defense line. "Ah, has the busy man finally arrived?" Upon seeing Luo En, the big-chested brother Cainis briskly stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Luo En's neck, and pulled him into a corner, unabashedly reaching out his hand. "Got any booze? Give me a drink first!" As he spoke, the old acquaintance rummaged through Luo En, until he found the hidden stash at Luo En's waist, lifting a liquor jug satisfactorily and guzzling it down. Seeing Cainis's demeanor, Luo En was somewhat torn between laughter and tears. Although the [cognitive distortion] woven with Divinity from his memories had been lifted, his identity as the God of Wine was no longer a secret to those familiar figures, but the way Cainis treated him, not as a stranger nor as a god, and always thinking about freeload his good wine, was truly unique. The careless nerve is indeed the seed of Ares. As Luo En was internally grumbling, Medea, Atalanta, Helen, and Hippolyta also gathered around him, the first two were already aware of his disguised identity, and the latter two didn't look too surprised. After all, one was clad in the Sacred Robe of Virgo, forcing calmness, and the other presumably had communicated with Artemis and belonged to the robust nerve of Ares's bloodline. When old friends reassembled, catching up was inevitable. However, as they spoke, Luo En noticed that among the familiar faces that had turned up, there seemed to be someone missing. "Where's Hercules?" "Hmm, over there." Cainis, handing back the empty liquor jug to Luo En, pointed towards a corner bustling with people, a schadenfreude smile emerging on his face. "He seems quite popular." At that moment, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man with luxurious adornments and an air that seemed a mix of a nouveau riche and a rogue was stepping sideways like a crab, diligently following behind Hercules, almost obsequiously. "Hey, buddy, I've been wanting to see you for a while, dreaming about it even, come on, let's have a drink. We must have a drink!" Hercules, harried beyond patience, could only take the cup and symbolically clinked it with the blond young man. But immediately, he somewhat regretted this decision. Because this guy was a snake, very good at climbing up the pole. "Tsk, tsk, look at this Divine Pattern, so big and bold! Look at the muscles on this arm, almost bigger than my head, how do you train them?" The blond slapping Hercules's shoulder vigorously, while his right hand slid down to feel the Divine Pattern, clicking his tongue in wonder, very much like a lecher upon seeing a beautiful woman. "Killing Magic Beasts and Titans…" Hercules glared at the hand pressed against his chest and the blond young man whose life he could squeeze out with one hand, speaking somberly. "Of course, I've also killed quite a few masters among humans." Jason, sensing the murderous aura, stiffened as if a chicken about to be slaughtered, quickly retracting his unruly hand, hurriedly refilled Hercules's drink while changing the subject. "Drink, let's continue drinking. Meeting you in Thessaly and having a drink with you makes this trip worthwhile. Even if I die here, when I descend to the Netherworld, I can boast that I drank with you, brother." Hercules looked at the strangely serious and eager blond, shaking his head helplessly as he raised his drink bowl. Although he didn't know where this fervor came from, since he was a hero who had come to guard Thessaly, he still had to offer some hospitality on behalf of Admetos. The blond's eyes sparkled peculiarly as he immediately, gleefully collided his drink cup with Hercules's goblet, then tilted his head back to drain the nectar, his face flushed with excited rosiness like an addict. After just a few drinks, he sidled closer again, his fervent gaze sizing up Hercules from top to bottom, chattering incessantly. "Buddy, this bow, was it your prize from capturing the Erymanthian Wild Boar, a gift from Artemis in exchange for this offering, right?" "My goodness, capturing the Hound of the Underworld King, completing the trials, the belt bestowed upon you by His Majesty the King of Gods!" "The robe you're wearing is the Sacred Robe of Leo! A sacred artifact from War God Mountain?" "The braces of Antaeus? The Titan you strangled to death?" "Come on, tell me how you took that big guy to the skies, I can't wait to hear! This will give me stories to tell back home!" The blond knew about all these things by heart and, with an extremely exaggerated tone and expressive facial expressions, eagerly urged Hercules beside him. Facing such an unabashed character, Hercules's mouth twitched slightly, his facial expression taut, almost breaking his façade; he suddenly lost the mood to intimidate this frivolous fellow who had approached him. At this moment, the blond man moved even closer like a snake sliding up a pole, and his restless hands stealthily reached for Hercules's quiver. "And this quiver of arrows, it was given to you by Zeus, the King of Gods, right? The one used to kill the Stymphalian Lake's monstrous birds? Let me feel it more!" "If you trigger the Divine Pattern on it and release those things, even I can't save you…" Hercules, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't help but frown and remind him. The blond man, who was closely examining and even sniffing the arrows, suddenly changed expression, hastily stuffed them back into the quiver, and squeezed out a grateful smile. "Bro, you just saved my life! Come on, have another one!" Afterwards, the blonde diligently picked up the jar, and very obsequiously filled Hercules's wine bowl. Watching the several empty wine jars on the floor, Hercules was quite skeptical of the blonde's motives. This guy, isn't he just finding ways to get him to drink more? Hercules picked up his wine bowl, glanced at the slender blonde, and kindly advised. "Thessaly is the frontline against the Old Gods; it's very dangerous." "Aren't you guys here? I'll just blend in." The blonde unashamedly acknowledged his weakness, then, shifting the conversation, beamed a smile. "Such a magnificent epic, it would be a waste if there's no audience to witness it." Immediately, the blonde raised his glass, waved grandly to the increasingly familiar heroes around him, and started joking. "Here's to the bravest man in all of Greece!" The crowd gladly raised their glasses to Hercules and teased the blonde. "Jason, you're so into Hercules, why don't you just become a woman and marry him!" "Can't a man do it? You're being discriminatory!" The blonde glared, waving his fist in protest. "Right, right, a man can do it too!" "It works even if you're not a person!" The heroes laughed uproariously, happily joining in the jest. As the banquet heated up further, the heroes no longer stuck to their seats or origins, finding each other for conversations and drinks, whether they were acquaintances or simply took a liking to one another. At that moment, the hall seemed to come alive with the activity of the blond young man, as if infused with life. "His name is Jason?" Luo En watched the blonde, who was mingling like a social butterfly among the heroes, and asked with interest. Cainis nodded, looking disdainful. "The son of the former King of Iolcus, Jason, the queen's cousin who was cast out, is also a distant relative of His Majesty." As a descendant of Ares, God of War, this beauty from Thessaly generally did not favor weaklings and frivolous men. Unfortunately for Jason, he was both. In the midst of their conversation, the handsome blonde happened to come over to their group, cheerfully offering a toast. Luo En politely smiled and raised his glass, engaging in brief small talk with this young man who was popular amongst the male heroes present. It must be said, this fallen prince, who had experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, had a gift for making friends and cracking jokes. Even as Luo En conversed with a scrutinizing attitude, he couldn't help but be amused by him several times. However, in front of female heroes like Atalanta, Helen, and Cainis, Jason's misguided male charm was severely frowned upon. Noticing the atmosphere cooling, he didn't get annoyed but tactfully made his exit. However, just before leaving, he secretly gave Luo En a thumb up behind his back, his eyes showing a mix of admiration and envy, then patted his shoulder, earnestly muttering. Buddy, you seem a bit off, take it easy... Luo En, touching the dark circles under his eyes, stiffened his face, and flipped a middle finger at Jason's departing back. To hell with you, I'm not the one who's lost here! Your whole family is lost!